To be clear, this is about the principle that creators have no responsibility to censor themselves in response to critics. The game will sell, or it won’t. Let creators create. This is not about defending this particular piece of art or the artist: Brendan McNamara is a well-known asshole, whose last decent game was 2002’s PS2 hit, The Getaway. His most recent title, LA Noire, was a subpar adventure game published by Rockstar Games for multiple platforms, despite beginning life as a Sony exclusive.

The game will sell, or it won’t. Let creators create.

McNamara burned through so much of Sony’s capital and good faith during development that the company wrote off its investment rather than waste any more time with the bum. Even Rockstar — which has a habit of buying out companies it works with — couldn’t be bothered to continue its relationship with McNamara’s Team Bondi after the game’s critical and commercial success. Team Bondi went bankrupt in 2011.

Given the first word in the title is “Whore,” Jieh -Yung-Lo should clearly ally with a prominent Australian feminist organization equally willing to ignore all context of the game’s title. Together, they could join forces and form a perpetually outraged, pearl-clutching Voltron. I don’t even know how Voltron would clutch at his pearls, as I don’t believe mecha have that type of fine motor control. Still, I’m sure they’d find a way — for equality.